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UNPRINTED ARKANSAS HISTORY.

By Mrs. L. J. Carmack, of Charleston.

Mrs. Carmack remembers the funerals of Generals Styne

and McCullough. When a small child, she watched the proces-

sions march past her father's house in Fort Smith, en route for

the National Cemetery.

One of the three soldiers, whom three young ladies buried,

near Charleston, was shot down in Mrs. Roberts' yard. Mrs.

Lizzie Haynes was one of these young ladies. They could not

procure coffins for the soldiers, but reverently buried them as

best they could, with their own hands. When the sad task was

done and they turned homeward, which was three miles distant,

the stars were beginning to shine.

Once old Mrs. Susan Richardson and "Grandma" Gunter

drove some yearlings hitched to a wagon from Charleston to
Fort Smith for provisions. On the way home some of the
yearlings became exhausted and the women took turns helping

draw the wagon.

The ladies met at the Methodist church in Fort Smith, and

Amade clothes, shirts mostly, for the soldiers. Mrs. Beard eirk

the clothes, and let Mrs. Carmack and many other little school-

girls make little oilcloth haversacks for the soldiers.

Fort Smith depended on Federal wagon trains for supplies.

Most people, especially through the country, spun and wove their

cloth.

BRAVE AND FEARLESS TO THE END.

Miss Pussy Whitty, of Missouri, a plucky and fearless girl

of 19, did many acts of daring to decoy the Federals into the
hands of her father's company. She went many nights in rain

and snow to pilot small bands of Southern patriots and often

carried baskets of provisions to the brush to feed the Confed-

erates while recruiting in her State. In the summer of 1863
she rode sixty miles in the night to carry news to the intrepid

Quantrell.